What is love?

But another emotion, another feeling that will send your mind reeling and you wonder, what the hell am I to do with this beating heart because it won’t stop…

It never stops.

It’s a train on a track, a plane in the air heading to destination wedding, and who am I to say what love is because…

I don’t know what it is myself. 

And those days, those lonely days when your heart is lifted, when the blood is pumping so hard you feel as if you can fly, when you want to die over and over because you can barely contain the feeling inside? 

To me. 

THAT is love. 

The sweet kisses and the good mornings and the holding each other under a fort of blankets with your legs intertwined, that is love, but love is also…

A caring friend. A neighbor, a trustworthy pet, a parent… 

What is love, you may ask? Everyone has their own interpretation and this is mine. 

Till death do I part.